A Time to Tell
Contributed by Stephanie Staples at Your Life Unlimited
It had been decades since I’d last seen him.
I was an impressionable 17 year old – aren’t we all at that age – and it seemed to me that he had it all. Even though he didn’t come from a life of privilege, quite the opposite in fact, this guy seemed to have it all together in the most genuine of ways.
Not only had he won the genetic lottery in the typical tall, dark and handsome sort of way, he had the smarts that made getting good grades seem cool. As if those two things weren’t enough to make you envious of him, he was also a really nice guy.
He was popular with the brains, the jocks, the druggies and the outcasts, everyone, it seemed. As president of the school, he treated us respectfully despite the labels assigned to us. It was like he wasn’t asking people to follow him, people simply wanted to follow him. He could have used his powers for evil, but he didn’t.